Guilt on the Table

I was embarassed at how much I hated her. I didn't even know her -- I'd just met her. She was unfailingly polite, and yet, the more polite she was, the angrier I got. I didn't understand it, and I felt like she didn't deserve it, so I felt guiltier and guiltier and guiltier as I felt angrier and angrier.

She was across the table from me at a company dinner - I think she was the vice president's sister, but we were introduced quickly in a crowded loud room, so I wasn't sure.

And then I heard her say it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't understand what you just said."

Rage filled me, without guilt. She was the voice of the automated voice help system. The voice that kept me from getting help. She was that voice I'd hated for so long. We all have.

I feel bad I didn't confront her about it after I realized who she was. Sorry.

Darkness!

Oh, that reminds me.

I got a new job! I'm now a vampire hunter. Apparently it's very important to be careful that you put stakes through vampires and not just dorks who think they're vampires, because the latter is illegal. (The former has ambiguous legal status.)

So I decided to do my vampire-hunting online!

( That's where you come in! )

Thanks!